BOOM! Thunder clapped from the outside like a mirror crashing against the floor. The cable went out and the room filled with darkness.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Michael knew what to do in this situation, yet he was still unprepared for the horrors that lie ahead.
The boy went to his closet and drew out a gun. The silver gun was given to him by his mother last time this happened. “Michael,” he remembered her saying, “this is for emergencies only. For when you don’t feel safe. If the bad man comes.”
He heard a little tap on the floorboard behind him. Michael screamed and fired three shots carelessly around the room.
As it would turn out, it wasn’t the bad man tonight. Just Michaels dumb cat. “Silly kitty,” The kid whispered as he reached down to pet the little ball of fluff. “Guess we aren’t being visited by bad men tonight after all,” he cooed at the cat.
“Not quite, Michael. Not quite.” The little boy heard from the closet. Then after one more shot the voice started to fade, along with the blood on his hand. Then nothing.